"Mrs. John Branch," she was called just about everywhere she went. Even leaving Centerville for a vacation on the coast hadn't changed that, since she had to pay for everything with credit cards stamped with that irritating identity.
The final straw, she thought, was the beach boy she'd picked up for a fling. After he'd fucked her and thought she was asleep, she'd found him robbing her purse. And what he had was a fistful of those credit cards.
"Hey, what's the matter, baby?" he taunted her when she caught him. Then, glancing at one of the stolen cards, he added, "Don't you like having to pay for it, Mrs. John Branch? Well, it's no skin off your rich bitch ass. You have a husband to pay your bills, but I gotta live, too. So John Branch can take on my bills for a while in return for fucking his wife for him!"
The beach boy got hit by an expertly aimed shoe in reply. Scattering his loot, he fled the hotel room with blood streaking his tanned face. That's when Mrs. John Branch decided to cut short her soured holiday and return to Centerville, where at least the wife she hated being commanded respect.
She didn't call John to tell him she'd be back early. These days, she resented giving him the time of day. Besides, if she returned without warning, she thought, perhaps she might trap the son of a bitch doing something she could profitably use against him. Not that she didn't have enough dirt already to force a divorce, except it was all second-hand. And her husband was so powerful in Centerville that it would take eyewitness proof to make it worth her while to dump him.
So she caught the next flight, arriving in Centerville on the shuttle the next evening. It was dark when she arrived, so when she told the cab driver to let her off downtown, she was not immediately recognized as Mrs. John Branch.
She went looking for a particular old lady. "Howdy, Mrs. Branch," the ancient lady cackled, at her usual spot on the corner where she peddled flowers – and occasionally information – for a meager living. "Been out of town?"
"Anything I might've missed while I was away?"
The old woman flashed a toothless grin as she was slipped a folded five-dollar bill, then pointedly looked down at the side street toward an apartment house that Mrs. Branch knew all too well. That was all it took for the information to be passed. Mrs. Branch walked briskly toward the place where she realized her husband must have installed a new mistress.
"This time," John Branch's wife told herself as she entered the building, "I just ought to go up there and wring his latest, little bitch's neck and make her admit everything to my face. Maybe even sweeten the pie by buying her off. Then get her for my lawyer. That'd give me a divorce. Even all the strings John can pull in this town won't stop from setting me free."
Kitty thought she might be dead, until reality sounded off in the form of the ringing phone. Picking up her naked, bruised, cum-soaked body from the bed, she staggered over and answered the call.
"Little girl," John Branch hurriedly said, his usual calm obviously raffled, "I'm not gonna be able to get together with you as soon as I thought."
"How come?" Kitty asked, trying to get herself enough together so her father wouldn't think she might be drunk, let alone suspect what had really happened.
"My wife. She's back in town early. Up to something. Might be checking up on me – and that involves you. I wouldn't even know she's here, except the cab driver that picked her up at the airport gave me the word. Claire doesn't know that he works for me sometimes. And my people are very loyal."
"H-huh?" asked Kitty, her stomach abruptly invaded by a squadron of butterflies.
"He works for me," her father repeated, thinking that's what she meant. "Half the people around her do, one way or another."
The cab driver's status wasn't what had shaken Kitty so, but it was too late to clear it up. John Branch had just told her to lay low until Mrs. Branch was under control, then said goody. The next thing Kitty knew, she was listening to a dial tone.
One thing stuck in her mind about her father's call, and now it echoed repeatedly in her mind after she'd hung up. A single word, over and over again. A name.
"Claire," Kitty whispered, finally daring to say it aloud after listening to it bounce off the inside of her skull long dough to make her dizzy. "He said her name is… Claire."
Just to be absolutely sure, Kitty went and dug out her birth certificate. And there it was in black and white.
"Claire Fisher," she read. Then she whispered, "My God, Daddy must've gone ahead and married her after all!"
What that meant in terms of her own situation, Kitty couldn't be certain. Maybe, she decided, a long soak in the tub would help her think. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water. It was still running when she eased down into its warmth, the water loud enough so that it was temporarily all Kitty could hear.
Claire entered the apartment at that moment. The intruder looked over the furnishings and snorted with disgust. So this was how her husband set up his mistresses, she sneered. Looked like a motel room, which she supposed was entirely appropriate.
"Well, might as well get on with this if it's what I'm going to do," Claire sighed. "Never have a better chance than this. John's little bitch is taking a bath, I can hear it, and so she won't be able to run when I trap her in the tub. It's perfect!"
The uninvited guest headed for the bathroom and a showdown with her husband's latest mistress. The door was ajar.
Broken in on without warning, Kitty splashed with alarm in the tub. She saw the frowning woman standing there and froze. However, Kitty wasn't the only one who was totally stunned. For Claire was in no better shape.
After a silence so tense it seemed to crackle, both of them spoke. And choked exactly the same words.
"No… no… it can't be!"
But each knew in her heart that it was true. Stark naked, Kitty emerged from the tub, ready to meet her fate. In turn, Claire closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, they lovingly embraced.
"Oh, Mom," Kitty moaned with happiness. "It's like a dream come true!"
"My own little girl?" Claire Fisher Branch moaned back to her long-lost daughter. "I always prayed that some day you'd come back into my life!"
They kissed. Held tightly, Kitty's naked body rubbed against her mother. Claire responded by adding her darting tongue to the kiss, forcing it down Kitty's welcoming throat.
"Oh, Mom… Mom!" Kitty moaned to Claire when they broke for air. "I'm so excited that my legs are like jelly. Think I'd better lie down so I can catch my breath!"
"Then let Mother take you to bed," Claire purred. "And we'll get better, uh, acquainted there!"
In a daze, Kitty was led from the bathroom. The next thing she knew, her mother had spread her out on the sheets and was kneeling over her.
"Mmmm, you're so beautiful! Such a beautiful, young girl!" Claire murmured, her eyes roaming over Kitty's naked body, especially her tits and shaved cunt. "I knew the second. I saw you that you were mine. My own precious daughter!"
"H-how did you know, Mom?"
"The same way you did about me, darling. A mother and daughter can just tell about each other, that's all. There's just a special chemistry there…"
Claire's voice trailed off, as she rubbed her daughter's inner thigh, just shy of Kitty's bald pussy.
Then Claire said, "I just love it shaved, sweetheart! It's like you did it just for me!"
"Mmmm!" Kitty crooned as her mother's hand strayed directly onto her hairless cunt. "I'm starting to feel that chemistry come to a boil!"
"You mean like this, darling?" Claire asked, finding and rubbing her daughter's stiff clit.
"Ooh, yes, Mom!" Kitty moaned, climaxing on the spot. "More, please, more!"
"More of the same, dear, or even better?"
"What do you think, Mom?"
"Don't think, I know!" Claire steamily told her daughter. "Know if I don't taste your beautiful, young cunt right now that I'll never forgive myself!"
"And I'll never forgive you either, Mom," Kitty declared, "if you don't start sucking my cunt right away. So when you make me cum again, Mom, it'll be right in your mouth!"
Claire quickly stripped off her clothes. "Oh, Mom!" Kitty said excitedly when her mother was gorgeously naked. "Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Absolutely, precious!" Claire said. "You do want to eat my pussy as much as I want to eat yours, don't you?"
"Just you sit on my race, Mom," purred Kitty, "and you'll find out how hungry for your pussy and…"
"No sooner said than done, my treasure!" Claire swung her loins astride her daughter, blanketing Kitty's face with the shadow of her cunt. It was every as hairy a pussy as Kitty's was bald, her jet-black cunt-bush framing a meaty set of drooling pussy-lips.
A liquid pearl of juice dripped from Claire's inner, pink pussy onto Kitty's tongue. It was the sweetest juice Kitty had ever tasted. Unable to wait a second longer to feast on its juicy source, she grabbed her mother's ass-cheeks and yanked Claire's delicious cunt down flush with her hungry mouth.
"Oh, baby, eat me, eat me!" Claire called to her daughter from on top of the action. "Keep eating my pussy just like that while I eat yours!"
Then Claire burrowed between Kitty's spread thighs to make the lesbian sixty-nine complete. Her tongue surged into Kitty's divine, teenaged gash as soon as her lips had scaled the girl's pussy.
"Oh, Mom, you're eating my cunt so good already!" Kitty gurgled with joy from the bottom of the action, her mouth full of juicy cunt hair and pussy-meat. "Just getting started and I can tell that we're absolutely perfect together!"
"Mmmm," Claire said.
Claire and her daughter sixty-nined to shared orgasms, each cumming in the other's mouth at the same time. It was so delightful that they went on to do it again… and again… and eventually had climaxed so many times together that they lost count.
Finally, Claire and Kitty bobbed up from one another's cunts to take a breather.
Kitty asked, "Mom, what about, well, your ass?"
"I have one, darling, if that's what you mean!" Claire teased in reply.
"So do I," Kitty said. "So I was just kinda wondering, since we're mother and daughter, if your ass is like mine."
"How's that, honey?"
"Horny!" Kitty said. "Horny as your cunt. That's how my ass is!"
"Mmmm, princess, then so is mine. What're we waiting for? We've had enough fresh air for a while, so let's get really nasty!"
Claire and Kitty resumed their incestuous sixty-nine, only their all-female suction was centered a notch away from their previously sucked cunts. Each was quickly giving the other a rim-job up her spasming asshole.
As Kitty had recently discovered about her shit-pit, the nerves from there were directly linked to her clit. Backdoor, sex could make her cum every bit as much as fucking her cunt. But, she wondered, was her mother built the same way? A sputtering fart that could only be orgasmic erupted in Kitty's mouth.
Just to be certain, Kitty felt her mother's cunt. Claire's pussy was oozing with fresh cum.
Kitty's tongue in her mother's asshole had done the trick.
"Mmmm, it's happening to me, too!" Kitty moaned between her mother's ass-cheeks. She released a cumming fart of her own in her mother's mouth.
Her mother eagerly sucked it up, then answered with a fart of her own. Kitty wasn't left behind, quickly catching back up. They orgasmic ally traded farts, until they finally stopped, just shy of actually shitting in each other's mouth.
"Wow, we can't get much dirtier than that together, can we, Mom?" Kitty asked when the sixty-nine unraveled at last.
"Oh, baby, it was just fabulous!" Claire moaned back. "The dirtier we can make it, the lovelier. I could stay in bed with you forever to make up for all the time I've missed being a mother to my adorable, little girl."
Owing in to her curiosity, Kitty asked, "So, uh, how long have you been bi, Mom?"
With a sly grin, Claire answered, "That's exactly what makes it special. I never was bi. Not until today, darling – and you!"
"Gee, Mom, it's exactly the same way for me!" Kitty said joyously, her mother having told her exactly what she wanted to hear. "It's sorta like we're losing our cherries to each other, huh?"
Claire agreed, but then she wistfully sighed. "I just wish, though, we could really go all the way together. More than only sucking!"
"You mean actually fuck each other, Mom?" Kitty asked excitedly.
"Ah, yes! What I'd give if either one of us could grow herself a big, hard cock right about now!"
It was too thrilling a possibility for Kitty to pass up, and she impulsively blurted out, "Just wait right here, Mom!"
When her daughter jumped out of bed and grabbed something to put on, a puzzled Claire called, "Where are you going, darling?"
Kitty didn't have time to explain. Having dressed as rapidly as she could, she suddenly left the apartment. Too impatient to wait for the elevator, she ran down the stairs. She'd seen a delicatessen on the block, so when she was out of the building, that was where she went. When she'd made the purchase she had in mind, she asked the owner to charge it to John Branch.
"No problem there, little lady," the man assured her. "Mr. B told me you might be in. Your credit is always good here, as long as he says so."
Then, amused at her father's habit of trying to leave nothing to chance, when she was back in the building, Kitty chuckled. "Poor Daddy has practically this whale town in his pocket, but can't keep his finger on his own wife!"
Clutching her purchase, Kitty dashed back up the stairs. When she returned to the apartment, she was breathless from taking two steps at a time.
"What is it, darling?" Claire asked, seeing that Kitty was hiding something behind her back.
"Close your eyes, Mom, I wanna surprise you!"
Claire did so. Then Kitty whipped out the salami. The hard, Italian salami was as solid and thick as any cock, but long enough to be two hunks of cock-meat end to end. She guided several inches into her cunt, leaving the other half to jut from her loins as if she'd just grown a prick.
"No, Mom, don't open your eyes yet. Believe me, I won't even have to tell you when it's finally time, you'll know for yourself!"
Kitty went to the bed and climbed back on board. She aimed her meaty cock on the inviting slice of her mother's hairy cunt. She nudged around Claire's pussy with the blunt tip of her fuck-tool, teasing pussy-lips, clit and asshole.
"Oh, baby!" Claire said anxiously, "I swear, whatever it is you've got, it feels so much like a cock already!"
"Just keep those eyes shut, Mom," Kitty said.
Kitty took dead aim, fitting the free end of the two-way hard-on between her mother's quivering pussy-lips.
With a thrust of her hips, like a female stud, she buried her weapon as deep as it could surge into Claire's cunt.
Her mother's eyes flew open and Claire cried, "My God! What in the world is that fucking me soo goooood!"
"Our cock, Mom!" Kitty crowed, their crotches grinding flush now as their cunts shared equal penetration.
"Where did you get it, for heaven's sake?"
"Just a little something… I mean, a very large item I picked up at the deli on Daddy's credit!" Kitty bubbled to her mother.
"Oh, my baby's a genius!" Claire said. "Make that a fucking genius, Mom! With the fucking underlined!"
"Beautiful! Fabulous! Sensational! Because you only just started fucking me and already [missing text]."
"So am I, Mom!" Kitty said urgently.
Mother and daughter came together from their first all-female fuck.
Once they reached their orgasmic peak, they weren't about to settle for anything less. So with their cock in the groove of their grinding pussies, they fucked harder and harder and came repeatedly in tandem.
Indeed, the only thing missing by the time they'd finally fucked one another into exhaustion was jizz. However, after humping for a solid half-hour, they settled on the next best way to get wet.
"Mom, how much more fucking do you have left in your cunt?"
"Oh, baby, my cunt hurts so good I don't think I can stand it much longer," Claire admitted.
"Same here, Mom," Kitty said. "So, what do you say, let's wind up in style. And that means as wet, as we can make it. I mean gushing!"
"If you mean pussy-juice," Claire moaned, "I just dunno how much morel can wring out of myself!"
"Wetter than just pussy-juicer Mom," Kitty said. "I told you, gushing. We can't shoot any jizz to give us the perfect ending to our perfect fuck, but we can sure shoot something else. And for this we don't even need our cock. In fact, it'll just be in the way!"
Kitty reached into the crush of loins and snatched away the length of meat that bad given her mother and herself so much pleasure. Then their cunts squashed their pussy-lips together cunts centered.
"Baby," Claire eagerly moaned, "just tell me what you want, and I'll do my damndest to give it to you!"
Kitty wrapped her legs around her mother and squeezed as hard as she could. The pressure that applied to Claire's kidneys had her gasping.
"Just do what's the most natural thing of all, Mom!" Kitty urged.
Claire caught on. "You sure, sweetheart?"
"Mmmm-ummmmm," Kitty grunted, straining from within herself. "I'm going for it, too, so we'll get there at the end just like we've done everything else – together!"
"Then you'd better hurry if you're going to catch up with me," Claire warned. "'Cause you've already got me set to explode, baby!"
"Just say when, Mom."
"Oh, God!" Claire screamed. "Now, honey, now! Yes, I'm gonna…"
"Me, too, Mom!" Kitty yelled.
Their pussies erupted at the same instant. Claire's scalding torrent of pin spurted into Kitty's cunt, while the girl's cunt returned the favor from the other direction.
"Piss!" Kitty cried. "So much hot piss! Don't you love our hot piss, Mom? We're pissing in each other's fucked cunts even hotter and wetter than a cock shoots jizz!"
"Oh, baby, are we ever!" Claire cried. "Said it before and I'll say it again. My daughter's a genius! Excuse me… that's a fucking genius!"